And as he dreamt, the skull appeared before him and spoke. ‘Do not presume, o mortal, to speak of things of which you know nothing. How do you know ...t’s bad to be dead? Not a word of truth about the afterlife has yet been spoken by mankind. There is no hell as you suppose, nor heaven that people talk about. ‘These things you fear—disease, banishment, violence—none of them matter to the dead. All of the worries, all of the torments, all of the frivolities of life vanish once one dies. Look upon. Ladki dekhne me sexy hai lagta hi nahi ki ek maid ka kaam karti hai. Lagta hai kissi bade ghar ki beti hai.Jab bhi vo mere baju wale ghar me kaam karne aati hai to me usko hi dekhta rehta hu aur uske boobs ki gali dekh ne ke liye bahar nikalta hu. Kuch dino tak to vo muje dekh kar andar chali jati thi lekin fir aaaj achanak se usne bhi muje looks diye jo mere liye shayad green signal tha. Vo hamesha tight kurta aur leggins pehen k aati thi aur us din subhe barish ki vaja se vo bhig k ayi thi. My eyes must have bugged out of my head; I know my jaw dropped in wonderment. She was dressed in a red and blue tinged corset, her breasts exposed but support by the bustier style, a garter belt and sheer black stockings on her legs, and an obscene 9” by 5” strapon dildo sticking out hard from between her legs. In her had was a smaller and thinner dildo and some lubrication. “What do you think, sexy?” I immediately was erect just from the sheer sexuality of the display, long hair over one eye. My private "love-hole" - I wish I could view it in a mirror. Alas my layers of fat prevent me from so doing. Yet my fingers have never had a problem exploring the inner recesses in its totality. My therapist has called my name but... I am off in my own world as I part the lower lips of my body to touch ever so gently and stroke with little flicks of my finger to access that teeny button of ultimate joy; make contact with the most sensitive part of me physical being -.